Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can U Make It Hot , by - Do Or Die. Song from the album Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.10.2005
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can U Make It Hot , by - Do Or Die. Song from the album Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопCan U Make It Hot |
| We comin back to the scene with, no love |
| Players to pimps and, mo' thugs |
| Chi-Town people we, stay plugged |
| Awwww yeahhh, that’s us |
| Pardon my expression, baby love us |
| The typical niggaz that, run through |
| But don’t let the typical niggaz, run you |
| Money ain’t a thang baby, that’s true |
| And how much money could, serve you |
| For the lucci baby that, burn you? |
| When the streets is cold, this shit get hot |
| Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot |
| Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks |
| Roam the street, like a rottweiler |
| Remember Joe Pe-sci, I’m a Goodfella |
| Goin all out, what my daddy tell us |
| The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous |
| Infatuatin nigga’s quality |
| Characteristic pimpology |
| And I been around the world on a oddysey |
| So obviously, I live with the pledge |
| It don’t bother me, it don’t bother me |
| So obviously, and obviously |
| I live with the pledge it don’t bother me, c’mon |
| Can you make it hot like this? |
| Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you’re, pa-pa |
| Can you make it hot like this? |
| Can you make it hot like this? |
| Can you make it hot like this? |
| Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you’re, pa-pa |
| Can you make it hot like this?. |
| Check it out y’all |
| One-two, one-two, who you? |
| Ain’t no jackin us, that’s true |
| Got 'spect taken away, you get loot |
| Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped |
| Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em |
| Put your fingers in the air and say, «Ya-ya» |
| All my ladies say, «Ya-YA!» |
| Poppa to me baby like, «Pa-pa» |
| Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe’s |
| Lesbians in Lucci suits |
| Can I make it hot like this? |
| (AHH) |
| Can I make it hot like that? |
| (OHH) |
| See I’ma put it in mo', so, it be cold |
| Somethin like superior when I’m bustin the flow’ll |
| Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes) |
| I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low |
| Can’t have the po-po catchin up |
| But I can’t picture us ridin bus |
| Give you somethin make you scream |
| Like the stuff from the triple beam |
| Hit the scene baby and get the green baby |
| And show 'em what it mean just to bling baby |
| When we rock prop stop drop |
| Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT? |
| Uh oh it’s the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E |
| Comin straight out of Phil-ly |
| So you wanna make it hot like me? |
| Wanna go toe to toe with me? |
| Whether I’m rockin the industry |
| Cause cain’t nobody do it better than me |
| Who got capacity to break it down |
| Thinkin we weak in the knees? |
| Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty |
| Stop it Dunn cause you’re killin me |
| Picture me ballin, niggaz ain’t ready |
| Straight get jiggy when I rock the party |
| Got the audacity to wanna battle with me |
| But them skills you posess you could never compete |
| Watch this low right here, fools like honey |
| Had that body shakin from your head to feet |
| Chickenheads comin up, Elmo’s can’t see |
| Started a fire, but I’ma bring the heat |
| Make it hot non-stop |
| From the door to the rooftop |
| Papi don’t stop til these haters drop |
| And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot |
| Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode |
| To grab your soul, put you under my control |
| Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin |
| With some brothers that ain’t really less fortunate |
| But I’m a brother that be ultimate |
| I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it |
| Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper |
| Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome |
| How many chance you sposed to get? |
| I be the brother in the club |
| That be shinin with the goldish fit |
| Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real |
| And I love it when you sex me up |
| Don’t hold me down baby, let me up |
| Recognize I’m a star, you hit with the master, you in class |
| But you had to cut, there be rules to the game |
| If you rushin then you asked to butt |
| Ain’t no time for no actin up, good game get me too |
| Even if you mastered what? |
| I’ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies |
| And I bang with the true thugs |
| Share the wealth with my crew what? |
| Because a Chi brother know |
| That a plugged on the same dove |
| Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top |
| And I drop with a new cut |
| Invent a style and they want that like that |
| Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac |
| Give it right back |
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|---|---|
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| Murderers, Pimps +Thugs | 2005 |
| Already Know | 2005 |
| La, La, La | 2005 |
| V.I.P. | 2005 |
| Keep It Real | 2005 |
| Victory | 2005 |
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| The Meaning of Honor | 2002 |
| Darkened Skies | 2002 |
| The Winning Card | 2002 |
| Blackened Soul | 2002 |
| Ultimatum | 2002 |
| Breakthrough | 2002 |
| Bella Famiglia | 2002 |
| 65 Years Of Respect, Blood And Pride | 2002 |
| Money Flow | 2013 |
| Savior | 2001 |
| One Life One Crew | 2001 |